I Quoted DC Talk, Can You Believe It? #TraditionallySouthside

Well, I got home in time to see the closing minutes of the second quarter of the Super Bowl, then I went into the kitchen to make myself something to eat. Because of past performances, I decided that I would not watch the half-time show, and I’m glad that I didn’t. I understand that Beyonce did her new hit single that denigrates police officers and promotes Black Lives Matter. Please don’t misunderstand what I am saying. Black lives do matter. But so do white lives and brown lives and police officer lives. Every life matters. The unborn lives. The elderly lives. All lives matter. Lives of the abused and those trafficked as sex slaves matter. Until we come to the point where we do not see the color of a person’s skin, we will never get rid of the prejudice that threatens to tear our world apart. Until we understand that all human life is sacred, lives of the unborn and elderly will be at risk. Until we make a decision to return to the principles of God’s Word, all of us are at risk.

Jesus gave us the solution. He taught us that the Greatest Commandment, the one that encompasses all of the other commandments, is this: Love the Lord your God with all your heart, soul, mind, and strength. And He continued by saying that the second greatest commandment that goes along with this is to love our neighbors as ourselves. Love God supremely; love people sacrificially. If we do this, we will completely fulfill the law of God. Of course, human beings aren’t perfect. We will never love God perfectly. We will never love other people completely — at least not on this side of heaven. But that doesn’t mean that we can use this as an excuse to do sinful things. It doesn’t mean we should stop trying. In fact, what it does mean is that we Christians must work harder so that we might show the rest of the world how good life would be if we would all strive to love like this.

If you watch small children untouched by the bigotry of our society, you can catch a glimpse of how this works. They play together, running side by side, holding hands, never thinking about the difference that the presence or absence of a chemical in our skin causes. Why can’t we be like that? Because prejudice is taught, passed down from generation to generation by people who are scared to give up the boundaries and tear down the walls they feel have protected them in the past.

I can’t help but think a better song for the Super Bowl might have been one done by DC Talk years ago. Read through the lyrics and see if you don’t agree. Or better yet, Google it and listen to them perform the song.

1, 1, 1, 1
2, 2, 2, 2
3, 3, 3, 3
4, 4, 4, 4

Pardon me, your epidermis is showing, sir
I couldn’t help but note your shade of melanin
I tip my hat to the colorful arrangement
‘Cause I see the beauty in the tones of our skin
We’ve gotta come together
And thank the Maker of us all

We’re colored people, and we live in a tainted place
We’re colored people, and they call us the human race
We’ve got a history so full of mistakes
‘Cause we are colored people who depend on a Holy Grace

1, 1, 1, 1
2, 2, 2, 2
3, 3, 3, 3
4, 4, 4, 4

A piece of canvas is only the beginning for
It takes on character with every loving stroke
This thing of beauty is the passion of an Artist’s heart
By God’s design, we are a skin kaleidoscope
We’ve gotta come together
Aren’t we all human after all?

We’re colored people, and we live in a tainted place
We’re colored people, and they call us the human race
We’ve got a history so full of mistakes
‘Cause we are colored people who depend on a holy grace
Ignorance has wronged some races
And vengeance is the Lord’s
If we aspire to share this space
Repentance is the cure

1, 1, 1, 1
2, 2, 2, 2
3, 3, 3, 3
4, 4, 4, 4

Well, just a day in the shoes of a color blind man
Should make it easy for you to see
That these diverse tones do more than cover our bones
As a part of our anatomy
We’re colored people, and we live in a tainted place
We’re colored people, and they call us the human race
We’ve got a history so full of mistakes
‘Cause we are colored people who depend on a holy grace
We’re colored people, and they call us the human race
Oh, colored people
We’re colored people, and we all gotta share this space
Yeah we’ve got to come together somehow
We’re colored people, and we live in a tainted world
Red, yellow, black and white
We’re colored people, every man, woman, boy, and girl
Colored people, colored people, colored people, colored people, yeah

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